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For the past few weeks I've gotten very excited about trying to find an internship on a farm for the summer. It was a dream grasped for on a whim. Then on Friday I received a positive response from one farm, Tuckahoe Lamb and Cattle Company. After sharing the potential news with our families, I'm ready to share it with you.






















First, where this dream came from. When Jonathan and I moved to the country to live with my parents and turn their wooded property into a farm. The problem was we both have no experience farming or gardening, and no finances to start. We've now been living here for almost a year, and all we have accomplished is a few small garden boxes and learning to use a tractor. The idea of going to live on a farm for the summer, working and learning the inner workings of farm life, seems incredible to both of us.

Of course it's not all good. There are down sides. We won't get to see our families as much. I don't really know how I'm going to deal with not seeing Amy every other day. We won't be making much money. We may not be able to go on vacation. Some days it will be cold and raining before the sun comes up and we have to get out of bed and go tend to the animals. Blah blah blah. The point is, do we think it's worth the sacrifice? Yes, we do.


We don't know if it will happen yet or not, hopefully I will find out this week. If not, there's still plenty to do on our "farm", and plenty of projects for this year that need to be done. But- it would be an incredible learning experience. I really hope it works out.

Until next time,
Angela Kelly

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